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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Yard Act
Yard Act
Künstler:in
Ryan Needham
Ryan Needham
Bassgitarre
Sam Shipstone
Sam Shipstone
E-Gitarre
James Smith
James Smith
Stimme und Gesang
Angel Silvera
Angel Silvera
Begleitgesang
Adeleye Omotayo
Adeleye Omotayo
Chor
Michelle Ndegwa
Michelle Ndegwa
Begleitgesang
Petra Luke
Petra Luke
Begleitgesang
Rebecca Freckleton
Rebecca Freckleton
Begleitgesang
Zara Benyounes
Zara Benyounes
Geige
Guy Button
Guy Button
Geige
Francesca Gilbert
Francesca Gilbert
Bratsche
Maddie Cutter
Maddie Cutter
Cello
Ian Stephens
Ian Stephens
Dirigent:in
Russ Russell
Russ Russell
Schlagzeug
Emma Sidi
Emma Sidi
Gesprochenes Wort
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ryan Needham
Ryan Needham
Komponist:in
Sam Shipstone
Sam Shipstone
Komponist:in
James Smith
James Smith
Komponist:in
Russ Russell
Russ Russell
Komponist:in
Ian Stephens
Ian Stephens
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Yard Act
Yard Act
Produzent:in
Remi Kabaka
Remi Kabaka
Produzent:in
Ross Orton
Ross Orton
Mischtechniker:in
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Russ Russell
Russ Russell
Ingenieur:in
Alex Graves
Alex Graves
Ingenieur:in
Matt Peel
Matt Peel
Ingenieur:in
Paul Norris
Paul Norris
Tontechniker:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
Harpaal Sanghera
Harpaal Sanghera
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in

Songtexte

Under the heel Under the heel Heard you're lower than hell 'Cause you're keepin' it real Don't think because I'm not doin' more in the moment, I'm not doin' more I've seen what comes from point scorin' I was born torn between warrin' factions I'm practically a doormat, I'm so diplomatic now So often those that mean well don't know they're problematic Myself included I know I'm not easily spooked, but I still shudder at how far removed we are from movin' on So go easy on us Nothin' to see here, people, move along Crushin' biscuits in the carpet with the thumb of God's good grace No respect for how the fibres frayed, make space for new mess I look awkward when I'm walkin' forwards, even when I'm not A static shot of mad propulsion stood convulsin' in one spot We want tomorrow now, which ever way the chips may fall 'Cause trust me, one day soon when winter doesn't come I'm gonna buy that valley below We'll build a vineyard in the North Under the heel Heard you're lower than hell 'Cause you're keepin' it real Is it treatin' you well? Don't wanna meet with my maker, so I'm quittin' the band I don't wanna buy a few acres, live off the fat of the land Cap in hand, I stand before her I don't wanna talk about it, I just wanna be left alone But still, I'm gonna bug those red-tape conversations More mandatory sour grapes A toast to borrowed time You know that idea was mine though, yeah The wine idea was mine Can't see a way through Though I know that I fought tooth and nail for you And if truth dies on the vine tonight, so be it History never looks the same from both sides And when darkness surrounds you Perhaps that's 'cause you're the black hole? I don't know Keen hobbyist to semi pro, but I still got soul Don't let it go to waste Amateur sommelier, I get paid to get pissed these days It's ace Do what you love, and you'll never work another day in your life Until the well runs dry, that is Behold the final dawn flung from the moon's mad jaws Crawlin' back into its hole I made a promise to you all A vineyard for the North Under the heel Heard you're lower than hell 'Cause you're keepin' it real Is it treatin' you well? Don't wanna meet with my maker, so I'm quittin' the band I don't wanna buy a few acres, live off the fat of the land Cap in hand, I stand before her (Mother nature bring me water) Under the heel Heard you're lower than hell 'Cause you're keepin' it real Is it treatin' you well? Under the heel 'Cause you're keepin' it real And they said that on this soi,l under that sun No more could grow But just look Behold, God's green glow rollin' over the valleys below But go steady We're at the mercy of the storm clouds now Under the heel Heard you're lower than hell 'Cause you're keepin' it real Don't wanna meet with my maker, so I'm quittin' the band I don't wanna buy a few acres, live off the fat of the land Cap in hand, I stand before her (Mother nature bring me water) Under the heel Heard you're lower than hell 'Cause you're keeping it real A vineyard for the North Keepin' it (hey) Keepin' it (hey) Keepin' it real (hey) Keepin' it (hey) Keepin' it (hey) Keepin' it (hey) Keepin' it real M-mother nature Mother nature M-mother nature bring me water Mother nature Mother nature M-mother nature bring me water Mother nature Mother nature Mother nature bring me water Mother nature Mother nature Mother nature bring me water This is the hour of lettin' pain go (This is the hour of lettin' pain go) (This is the hour of lettin' pain go) This is the hour of lettin' pain go This is the hour of lettin' pain go This is the hour (woo)
Writer(s): Ryan Needham, James Smith, Samuel Shipstone, Jay Russell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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